Saturday, December 11, 2010

Feeling hot, hot hot!

I see these posts every now and then. I think they are fun. Every couple talks about their top 5 hottest celebrities. Of course, every person has a different idea of what "hot" is or what makes a person "hot." Mr. 'man Clan makes fun of my list. My guys are not the typical sexy guys most girls would pick. I'm ok with that though. :o)

Mr. 'man Clan's top 5 in no particular order:

Scarlett Johansson



I agree with Mr. 'man clan on this pick. I think Scarlett is beautiful. She's on my top 5 girl's list, but that's another post.


Natalie Portman
I don't disagree with Natalie. I think she is very pretty. She even looks good bald.

The last 3 picks I do not agree with. He thinks I'm crazy, but I just don't see it. The same can be said with my list. Lol.


Amy Smart
Amy's not awful. Her eyes kind of freak me out a bit. Mr. 'man Clan LOVES her eyes.


Katherine Heigl
I do not think Katherine is hot. I don't even think she's pretty. I thought she was very cute when she was in My Father the Hero, but that was many years ago. She is probably #2 for Mr. 'man Clan.


Reese Witherspoon

Reese is hands down his number one pick. Eh. She's ok. Definitely not ugly, but not sexy in my opinion.



Mrs. 'man Clan's top 5 picks in no particular order:


Zach Braff
I LOVE Zach Braff. He was my last pick. I had a really hard time coming up with a fifth. I think he is a fantastic actor, writer and director. He seems to have a quirky personality which I really love.



Ewan McGregor
I had a secret crush on Ewan for a long time. It was so secret that I didn't even realize it up until a year or so ago. I have no idea what I find so attractive in him, but I like him.


Clive Owen
Oh goodness gracious. I've been in love with Clive for a million years. Again, I have NO clue why I am so attracted to him, but he does it for me.



Ryan Reynolds
Oh Ryan, let me count the ways. I LOVE him. A lot. This is well known and I make no attempt to hide this fact. He is a beautiful specimen. Perfection.


Gerard Butler
Gerard is pure eye candy. I LOVE him also. He's kind of rough and scruffy. I think that is what is most attractive about him. Oh, and his accent. Swoon.


And there you have it, folks. Keep your eyes open for when we change it up.
Who is on your top five??

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Party on Tater, Party on Crash

Here I am burning the midnight oil. Ok. So, it's more like the 9pm oil. It still is late to me. :p I'm up getting just a couple more loads of laundry in. Busy weekend meant no time for laundry. Oh well.

Saturday we held a birthday party to celebrate Crash's and Tater's birthday. Their birthdays are just over a month apart (11/16 & 12/17). I knew grandparents would be wanting to either stop by or have us make trips to see them. Now, I'm kind of lazy. I really hate driving and I hate having to clean my house multiple times. I decided to go ahead and do one birthday celebration for the two boys. Clean once. Clean up once. Kind of self serving but the boys don't need to know that.

Another reason I lumped their celebration together is because they both are "in to" the same things: Legos, Star Wars, Lego Star Wars. Shoot. Why bother making two different cakes?? This was much less work and all of the kiddos had a blast.

Here is a shot of the Lego man heads and the sweet Legos I made. I did not do a close up shot of these because, well, they were pretty flipping ugly. If you want to make really cute Lego man heads. Go here. My fail came in the fact that I could not put mine into the freezer because I have no way to adjust my shelves. Awesome. The second fail was the cheap food markers a bought. They were from Betty Crocker or something and they SUCKED. Do NOT get them if you are planning on using them on chocolate. They may be fine for cookies but not nothing else. Promise. The sweet Legos were graham crackers, icing and covered miniature marshmallows. I will most likely post recipes later. Don't hold me to it though.

I also made cupcakes. I love cupcakes. They are so cute. I'd rather eat cake than cupcakes, but cupcakes are way prettier. Well, in theory they are. Mine aren't exactly pretty, but the boys were impressed so that is all that matters. I made paper cupcake toppers for these instead of buying something. It was super cheap. Picked the paper up at Joann's for a buck and had the toothpicks on hand. I will post a recipe for the cupcakes later too.

Here are the savory Legos. These were yummy. Everyone said the sweet ones were yummy too, but they were too sugary for me to eat.

The cake. Nothing fancy. I know. It looks like crap. Lol. The boys loved it though. Plus, they got to keep the toys!! Why bother spending money on a Walmart cake that tastes like poo. Make your own. It's not as pretty but still appreciated. (Walmart cakes are perfectly fine. I just do not like their icing. At. All. Or any icing for that matter. I've never had a truly good homemade icing. I stick to the jar. Yep. I said it. I do add some things to it though. Another post.)

The entire spread. See my fancy cupcake holders and vases?? I got all of that milk glass from Salvation Army and Good Will. The cupcake holders are actually just dishes turned upside down. It worked ok.


How could you NOT love these two faces?! Yes. They are wearing matching Lego Star Wars shirts and they were very excited about it. They have another set to go along.

Tater's face in this one cracks me up.

Crash is watching Tater to see how it's done.


The boys had a fantastic time. They have enjoyed each and every gift they received. The cake and cupcakes didn't survive long. Turns out. They taste even better for breakfast. I'm happy to say that all of the other snacks were devoured the night of the party. No left overs!! Either the guests were really hungry or they tasted good. I'll go with the latter.

Friday, December 3, 2010

2 Celebrations, 1 Day

Crash will have had a total of three cakes with candles this year. It's not because we love him more. Let me tell ya how this went down.

Grace and Tater Tot were supposed to be going to their dad's on the night of Crash's birthday. Since they weren't going to be home, I just figured we would get a small cake so Mr. 'man Clan and I would sing "Happy Birthday" to the little guy. Crash was pretty pleased. He loved the double chocolate cake.



I grabbed the cake at Walmart in the area where they have day old stuff. It only cost $3, and it was small enough that there weren't leftovers. I didn't really need to be eating lots of cake.

Shortly after Crash blew the candles out, I received a text from A asking if I could keep Grace and Tater. Of course!

I was making cupcakes for Crash's class, and the older two asked if they could sing "Happy Birthday" to him also. Well, sure. Why not?



I made these cupcakes without the oil it called for. Instead I used applesauce. I also added a package of chocolate pudding. Great ideas! Gets rid of a lot of the fat, increases the moistness and the flavor. The kiddos loved them.

I'll have a post of the party up soon. I hope.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

When?

When does it stop hurting?
When does the time come that I can think without it taking my breath away?
When do I stop the tears?
When do I let it go?
When do I accept that he is gone?
When will I finally let it be?

When?
When?

A little over a month ago, a friend from high school took his life. It hit me hard. Harder than I expected. We weren't best friends by any means. He was just a nice guy. I got him. He got me. He wasn't afraid to talk to me, to make me smile. People usually steer clear of the nerds, but not him. He went out of his way to make you happy. I could always count on leaving World History in a better mood than when I went in. He was THAT guy. The one everyone wanted to be around.

Tomorrow is his birthday. I will never forget his birthday. It was in the back of my mind last week, on my birthday. We all would have much rather have been getting together for his birthday party instead of his funeral.

I feel like I should have known. We all do. We should have seen something. We should have been more aware. We kind of feel like we failed him. We somehow let him down by not knowing the demons that were troubling him. We can't blame ourselves. No one is to blame.

We'll never know what the last straw was. We'll never know that moment when he decided this was it. Those are only answers that we think will help OUR troubled minds. We should be more concerned with his. Is he finally at peace?

Marty, I hope you've found the solace you were after. I hope the troubles that were chasing you have finally been laid to rest. I hope you're watching down on all of us. I hope you can see the love that so many people have for you. I hope. I hope I have the strength to help other people battle their demons. I'm going to do my part, and I'm going to do it in your honor. I'm going to stop feeling guilty for enjoying every laugh that you can't hear and every smile you can't see. There's no need to feel this way.

Happy birthday. You are gone but never, ever forgotten, my friend.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

'Tis the Season

The season to start thinking about Christmas cards!! This is a great excuse to catch up with friends and families or to share photos of your kiddos. I have spent a couple of weekends trying to get some decent shots of the munchkins, and I think I finally have a good enough selection.

When it comes to Christmas cards, there is an endless variety to choose from: handmade, store bought or even electronic cards. Shutterfly is a one stop photo shop. They have a ton of photo ideas for all of your needs. I've gotten prints through Shutterfly before, and I was very happy with them. They also have fantastic gift ideas.

Who wouldn't love to receive this adorable mug with your little one's photos?



Crash would flip a lid if he receive this book as a gift.

While these are fantastic gift ideas, I'm in the market for cards, photo cards more specifically. Shutterfly has one of the largest selection I've seen. It's so hard to choose especially for someone like me. Eek.

I really like the fun colors in this one. You can never get enough snowflakes in my opinion.

I really like the color and layout of this card.


This one is super cute. I have a new found love for the color pink. The boys wouldn't be too happy with me though. :o)

I just may enlist the help of the kiddos to decide on the final product. Folks, there are over 800 styles!! Everyone is bound to find something they love.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Happy birthday, Crash!

:o( I can't believe it's been another year already. Where has the time gone? I will probably say this every year. It just hurts that he's growing up. He's my baby. Well, he was my baby. You can go here to see the post from last year. I don't have all the old photos loaded onto my new laptop yet. There are some older shots of him there in that post.

I seriously need to stop tearing up. It's so hard when your youngest and probably your last child turns another year older. The milestones are much more bitter sweet. In a year, his vocabulary has increased immensely. His personality is really blossoming. He thrives on the attention of anyone, but especially his brother and sister. I've never seen three kids who have such a strong bond. You can see the love. It's beautiful.

This was the year that Crash fell on the coffee table and killed his front two teeth. They didn't split but they did die. :o( This was the year that Crash REALLY enjoys playing outside. He hates to wear shoes, and often stubs his toes taking huge chunks out. He plays kick ball in the cul-de-sac with his brother and sister. When he sees a car, he is the first one to yell, "Car!" and jump back into the yard. Every single time, without fail. This was the year we realized he is afraid of nothing as he tries to scale across the railing over the entry or talks about the rock wall he wants to climb. This is the year we discovered he may be part monkey, as he loves to climb and jump of everything. Literally, everything. He can't go any where without jumping.

This was the year Crash started using the big boy potty. It broke my heart when he decided he was ready to stand up like a big boy to use the potty. Who is this little man?

This is the year he drove me nuts in class. He NEVER listened to me. He made several trips to the office. This is also the year I changed jobs and saw a huge turn around in his behavior. He was no longer the demon seed.

The terrible two's are gone and we are on to what I hope will be the terrific three's.






Friday, November 5, 2010

Stripped

Don't worry. I won't be going nude. Ever. You can all breathe a collective sigh of relief. After reading a couple of very inspiring blog posts, I decided to share a bit of my story. Please go here to read what moved me. It brought me to tears.

You see, my dear friends, I've been fighting. This battle has been going on for quite some time. Many points in my life, I have thought I may be the victor, only to find the opposite is true.

The war started in the early to mid 1990s, when I was in junior high. I had always been a "big" girl. I was a chunker. Jokes and comments were made. I took it in stride, but these destroyed me inside. I was tired of watching all the skinny girls, thinking their lives were some how magically better because they were thin. I was tired of being called Big Butt Bertha and Thunder Thighs. These are names that no person, no matter the age, should have to listen to. I was hurt. I was scarred. I'm still hurt. I'm still scarred. I had to do something to change my body. I had to make these people stop.

I started starving myself. I limited myself to no more than 600 calories a day. The reduced caloric intake and physical activity lead to a drop in 30 pounds. It happened pretty quickly too. People were no longer calling me fat or other fat names. People were complimenting me. They'd ask me how I lost the weight, and I'd say I was just watching what I eat. It was a high for me, their comments. For once, people noticed me. For once, people weren't making fun of me. My life must be perfect now, right?

Of course it wasn't perfect. I never told anyone what was going on. My parents surely had to have known, but said nothing to me. I decided to save myself after doing a report and presentation on anorexia and bulimia. I read the stories, and didn't want to be one of those girls. I had to stop. I managed to gain control. I started eating and kept exercising. I finally had energy. I felt alive.

Fast forward six years and one kid later, I was pregnant with Tater Tot. Before I had gotten pregnant, I was at my heaviest weight ever. It terrified me. What I did at this stage in my life disgusts me. I can't believe I would put my son in danger. I started binging and purging. I used the pregnancy as a cover up for the purging. It was just morning sickness. It lasted the entire pregnancy. I am so thankful that Tater Tot was perfectly healthy and normal weighing in at nearly 9 pounds. I was lucky.

The "morning sickness" secretly carried on well after I had Tater Tot. I was logging every bite I put into my mouth. Entries with a star next to them meant I had purged. I was no longer binging. I was actually eating very healthy and then purging. I dropped 80 pounds from my prepregnancy weight. I was the smallest I had been my adult life. I was over the moon. I was getting lots of compliments. People noticed me. I was beautiful for once.

The weight didn't stay off for long. Turns out, I had a thyroid problem which contributed to my rapid weight loss. The problem was corrected. The weight came back. Well, not all of the weight. I put 40 pounds back on. I thought I was ok with this fact. My husband loves me and says that I'm beautiful. Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror or in a window, I wanted to cry. I couldn't take it any more. Something had to change. Why not try throwing up your food again genius? Problem is, you don't actually lose weight doing that. You end up putting some weight on or just maintaining.

After battling two different eating disorders over the course of 16 years, I had to right the ship. My husband was concerned for me. And I became concerned for my daughter. I would die if I found out she was battling these demons. I know there will come a point where I will have to tell her my story. I will cry. I will hang my head in shame as I do now. It's not something I am proud of. It is my story. I'm on to a new chapter, and I'm hoping this will be the best chapter. This will be the chapter where I finally win the war. This will be the chapter I come out on top.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

I'm in love with a.........

......runner?? Well, I'm not. My hubby is though. No, no, no. He isn't leaving me for someone else, sillies. I'm the runner!! I know, right? Knock me over with a feather. I'm just as shocked as you really.

Once upon a time, I used to love running. I'd go running, I mean, force my sister to let me drag along with her on her runs. She ran a lot. Of course, I wanted to be like my big sister! I started playing basketball and found I had a true love for this thing called running. I have NEVER been a sprinter. EVER. I've always been a distance runner. That was until a couple of knee surgeries. After I tore my ACL in the summer before eleventh grade, I just quit it all. I was FINISHED. Why bother with exercise if it will just end up in injury. Not worth the pain and recovery.

So, I quit running. For 12+ years. I found myself day dreaming to the time when I could just run for miles and miles. I missed running. I didn't miss it enough to stop making excuses. I'm too fat. My knees hurt. I can't run with three kids. I'm never alone. Ya get the idea. The list went on and on and on.

My breaking point was when two of my brothers were visiting me at my house. I was looking at them and realized, "I'm THE fat sister. I'm THE soccer mom who is really fluffy." I was suddenly embarrassed. Enough was enough. The very same day, I loaded the kids up and went to a local track. The kids played on the field while I did the Couch 2 5K program. This was perfect! Yes, it was pretty damn hard, but I was doing it! It was perfect until that track flooded. We went to another local track. They were replacing the field, meaning lots of trucks in and out with three kiddos.....yeah. Not going to work. Then there was the little issue of when the older kids go to their dad's. Who was going to play with Crash? Uh...... Couldn't push him in the stroller because that was against track rules.

It was over like that, but just for the time being. I started reading about Alyssa's running adventures and tales. She was kicking some serious butt and I was getting really jealous. Why the hell couldn't I do what she's doing? What's my excuse? Cue excuse list. No more. Not going to do it. I'm going to get my ass out there and do this for real. And so my love affair with running was rekindled. I was running hills. I was running while pushing Crash in his stroller. I was finally doing things I never thought I could do.

I'm not a speed demon by any means. I have a hard time running a full 5k. I'm not there yet, but I will be eventually. I knew I was a runner when I started planning my next routes in my head. Thinking of ways to change it up and make it longer. I knew I was a runner when I had every reason to not run but got out there and did it any way. I knew I was a runner when I was disappointed in myself when I ran out of time to get a couple miles in. It feels good to be a runner again.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Excuses, excuses

I have a MILLION excuses why I haven't been blogging, but I bet we are all tired of hearing them, aren't we? Well, too bad!! I'm going to give ya mine any way!

Where to start, where to start. My computer is a hunk of junk. Ok, so not really. I am positive my friend will remedy the problem. I have just been too busy to even bother with it. Mine poopooed out on me again while I was editing photos(from my first paying job!!). I needed a new 'puter pronto. Hubs and I priced them, but didn't find what I needed in our price range. Then I light bulb came on. Hubs has a super bad ass laptop that would be perfect for me and editing photos(cuz I plan on keeping this thing up). It made sense for him to get some cheap, little laptop that he can use to surf the interwebs doing super important things like watching You Tube and perusing Craigslist. In a perfect world, we could have just not spent the money on new machine all together and shared the one laptop, buuuuuuuuut we aren't very good at sharing some things. And by we, I mean him. :o)

Ok, so I really don't have a lot of excuses. I've just been busy with life and that's ok with me. I do love blogging and reading comments. It is so nice to have an outlet for all the crazy things that happen in life. I've come to a point in my life where blogging just isn't a first priority. If I have time to do it, then I will. If I do not have time, well, I'll get to it when I can. I used to be this crazy freakazoid who HAD to blog every thing. It got to the point that I was stressing myself out over absolutely nothing. Seriously? What's more important: my blog or my family? My blog, duh! No? Oh, yeah, my family is. Hands down. I LOVE spending time with my family. I've learned to treasure it even more than I did before. I'm not sure how that's humanly possible, but such is the case. We have been busy every day we are together, it seems, and I quite like it that way. The weather has been amazing and we are having the greatest time running around like fools outside. My life and my family are not perfect by any means, but they are mine. I wouldn't trade either one for anything. I've worked damn hard to get them both where they are today. I am damn proud of both of them.

Now please don't thing I am in any way insinuating people who blog daily are any lesser of a human being. Not the case. I admire people who are able to do it. I truly do. I am actually jealous of people who are able to balance it all. I'm not good at balancing, literally and figuratively. Not to mention, I look forward to reading the blogs of my buddies at night. It's the 5 minutes of alone time I get in a day and I spend it with my virtual friends. Time well spent, I might add. I said family is important to me and that includes my little online family that I have built up. I love you guys!! "Sheesh. Is she done with all this crap with looooooove?!" Yes she is. For now.

Friday, August 20, 2010

They've Got Class

Monday was the first day of the 2010-2011 school year for Grace and Tater. I had originally planned to take the day off, but a coworker wanted off, so I volunteered to work. I know. I'm a peach. I instructed Mr. 'Man Clan to take some photos of them that morning. He was all too happy to do so when he realized he got to use MY camera. I can't believe I let him touch it!! Here are some shots he took.